I teleported to my hotel room. I don't want to give Eleni another jumpscare or for her to look at my mate like this.
I might have told Anika I'm okay with her being with other people before, but that's it. I can't stand the fact that someone else looks at what's mine—
Wait...
Can... can I call Anika mine?
I haven't marked her yet, and I won't until she tells me it is okay to do so.
I helped Anika sit on the edge of the bed and went to my closet to get some clothes for her. “I hope these are okay,” I said, handing her one of my shirts and a pair of loose shorts. They looked far too big for her, but something about that made my chest tighten in a strange, almost possessive way.
Anika smiled faintly, brushing her fingers over the fabric before meeting my gaze. “They’re perfect.”
Fuc
